La la la ramble ramble ramble ect. ect. ect.

I just completely forgot what I was going to write about. Irritating. -.-;;

I feel like I need a date book to schedual (I so spelt that wrong) my social life.

Let's see. This Weekend:
Fri: Beating Galerians with Leslie. Bad dubbing night with the usuals, Leslie and Caily, plus our special guests MSTers... COLIN AND REBECCA!
Sat: Going over to Leslie's in the morning. Work in the afternoon. Strickland's party (maybe) in the evening.
Sun: Meeting at CBC for the creative writing/film making thing. Gregory's house so he can show me how to use an emulator. Cat's house, where we'll have an uber comic-planning session.

Next Weekend: Well, not completely booked up YET:
Fri: Colin's having a video game jamboree of some sort. The bad dubbing night.
Sat: Work, then I'm going to see Leslie's mom in a concert... or something. ^ ^
Nothing on Sun. yet, but I know SOMETHING will come up.

Ack. I feel tired just thinking about it.

I'm going to see a psychological councilor this Thursday! Yey! Am I happy about that or what? I'm trying to be serious about all this (after all, I do have to get something done about my manic depression, right?), but I can't help but think I'll end up toying with the councilor by accident. I. Don't. Like. Being. Categorized. I also don't like people reading deeply into my actions and words. I am an incrediably straight forwards person. If I say something, I'm saying it because it's what I meant to say.

Um. Yeah.

Okay, it made sense in my head before I typed it down, okay.

The point is... I just don't know. Maybe I just don't trust people.

Oops, erase, rewind, reword.

I don't trust people. It's one of my biggest faults. Hell, I don't even trust my closest friends or my parents half the time. I get downright nuerotic if I have to leave something to my mother and father. -.-;;

So, yeah. Good news, bad news. Ect. I am soooo glad it's Friday. I really, really get bored with work by the time the end of the week rolls around...